Tarkus had been right. Well before they reached the station they were asked the reason for their visit. Tarkus sent over the details of the bed linen department, along with the identification codes for the distinctly less than legal devices which had infected Kaira.
In theory that would ensure they were routed to the correct people, but minute after minute passed without any response. The station grew larger and larger, and drew closer and closer, but there was still no reply.
Kaira started to worry. What if the arms dealer had lied and they really were heading for the bed linen department? How on earth would they get to see the people they needed to from there?
“What’s keeping them?” she finally asked.
“They’re certainly taking their own sweet time,” said Tarkus. “Either this wo
